BTW, I have not made any kind of profit in the making, publishing or posting of this story. This is purely for creative purposes.
PLOT:Playwright John Peter's vacation plans in paradise went sideways when the country went on Covid-19 lockdown. He feels a strong attraction for Aize Bonaventura who is on lockdown with him. What he feels for her crossed a new line. But his conscience is relentlessly hounding him for what he did. This story was inspired by the actor Pedro Pascal (Game of Thrones, Narcos, Mandalorian)
Warning:I use a lot of profanity for this story.
Note: If you wanna see Ross' condo or his rides or Aize's clothes go to Acer Wolfe's Pinterest under the same filename.
Chapter Song: Hands to Heaven - Breathe
HIDING PLACE FROM HELL
CHAPTER 28
Tonight, I need your sweet caress
Hold me in the darkness
Tonight, you calm my restlessness
You relieve my sadness
As we move to embrace, tears run down your face
I whisper words of love, so softly
I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane
Without your touch, life will be lonely…
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"Running attack. Single take down, lock, and submission. You get it?" Aize bound up her hair in a tight bun. At this point everyone in the compound is tense.
"But what do we use? Jui-jitsu, karate…?"
"Your choice. I'll just meet your attack my way. You've invaded on my goddamn honeymoon already." All the men glance at John; legs wide, arms crossed. "Let's go!" Aize started to go her corner…
"Aize!" Oh shit. The man limps into the compound and like the other guards even John almost stood on attention.
"Ben?!" Aize and John exchange a glance.
"What the fuck is this?" Ben Rubio: seventy years old, suffering from arthritis, an old bullet wound in his leg and effing pissed. The man might be old but the hell he could command respect by just wading into a situation. Ben walked up to Liam who looked like he has been dipped in vinegar. "Ah, I remember you. You! You…you're the one who….you're the ex from college…"
"University…s-sir."
"Whatever. Why are you here?"
"Uh…I'm applying for the captainship…sir?"
"Go home." Ben points to the gate. "The captainship's been closed."
"What?" Aize stomps over on the mats. "Ben, I'm not finished with the eval on the candidates…"
"I'm postponing my retirement…"
"Again?" Bert shakes his head.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Why?" Aize scratches her head in confusion.
"Why not? Can't a man change his mind?"
"Ben… we need to talk."
"Why?"
"Uncle…."
"Oh…fine! In there!" Aize turns around, grabs John's hand and stomps back into Ben's office.
"I'm confused." John sighs as he gets comfy on Ben's desk.
"That's Ben." She locks the door before going behind Ben's desk and shucks off the Gi. "Well, I guess I should change back into…"
"Might as well." He nods outside. "So how many times has it been?"
"Oh, let me see…this is his fifth postponement so far…"
"Why does he do this?" John wonders when they could go back to the condo just as Aize pulls the t-shirt down, the one with the big logo of a shooting range on the back. His mind keeps on going to the gutter every time he catches a glimpse of Aize's well-toned figure. A few days ago, he caught himself writing a very salacious sex scene about the two of them while writing a play. Fuck! He laughed himself so hard. He didn't even notice! Then something dawned to him and he frantically went through all his previous writings if he had written anything like that. Goddamn! What the hell's he's thinking? So far that was the only one. Whew!
"I think he's scared of being idle." Aize went to Ben's bathroom and wrestled with her hair in the mirror.
"Hm, being led out to pasture…"
"Oh no, don't let him hear it." She gestures for him to be quiet. "He hates that phrase!"
"By the way, why in hell did you agree with Liam's dare?"
A dark expression flashed on Aize's face. "A grudge."
"Grudge? About?"
Aize stops and hops on the table beside John after she finished dressing. "I hurt his ego."
"That's all?"
She snorted "His ego is everything to him."
"So, do I wanna know the history between you two?"
There was a pause before Aize looks at John. "Do you?"
It took John a few seconds, "It's okay."
"He spread gossip about me," Aize shrugged.
"About what? Tell me."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Ummm….we were going out and…uh he was my first…time and….he didn't like the answer if I liked it or not….he broke up with me after a week."
"You're saying he wasn't good in bed?"
Aize shrugged, eyes down. "I had no idea what that would feel like. Uh…I didn't feel anything with him. I just knew that I didn't want him to finish."
"The fuck?"
"No, I was actually relieved that we broke up. But then a friend told me that someone's been saying that I'm a slut…"
"Son of a bitch…." John slid off the table and left the office.
"Wha-John? Hey! No... " she ran out when she heard some commotion. "Oh, my god…John!"
"You asshole!"
"The fuck, man!" Liam tries to stand up from the concrete floor holding his bleeding mouth.
"You just wanna dish out another revenge on her. Is that what this is?"
"Fuck! What the fuck you talking about?" Liam got up and spat out some blood.
"Just because you got your ego crushed?"
"You're gonna regret this, jerk!"
"John, stop!"
"I'm not letting this asshole disrespect you anymore."
"What do you fucking care? You're not married!"
"And that gives you the right to treat her this way?"
"Liam, go home!"
"Yeah, you're having sex with him! Telling people that you're married!"
"Shut your mouth!" Liam went back to the concrete after another punch from John.
"You're gonna regret this, John!"
"Enough! Stop it, boys! Bert, take this guy home! Clean him up first. Aize, get John out of here. Now!"
Aize went to Ben, she whispers into his ear, "We'll go back to Ross's condo, text me when Liam's gone."
"Don't worry. I'll talk to him." Ben pats Aize's shoulder. "Go on."
"Let's go John,"
"Hey! Come back here John! Son of a bitch" Liam struggles with Bert and some of the guards, "Let go of me!"
"Enough Liam! You're making a fool of yourself!" Bert pushed the angry young man towards his father's office.
Aize and John didn't look back as they hurriedly left the mess at the compound and into the Hummer.
"John, what have you done?" Aize whispered as the engine roared and she floored it.
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Ten minutes into the ride in the SUV and the atmosphere is full of silence. John sits wedged against the door, flexing his right hand, "Is it me or were you all scared of that guy?"
"You shouldn't have done that."
"He deserves it."
"I know he does, why do you think I wanted that dare?" Aize cursed.
"You're scared of him."
"He's not the kind of person you piss off."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. You embarrassed him in front of many people. Shit! I told you that his ego is everything to him. Why did I tell you about it in the first place?"
"Aize…calm down."
"I can't! He's…shit. Liam is not a good person. It was a mistake to get into a relationship with him. I was just with him for…"
John looks outside the rushing scenery of a dark road devoid of neither people nor vehicles. "You said that you've never been in a real relationship before…"
"What?"
"On the day of your accident at the patio, you told me you've never been in a real relationship before…."
"That was not a relationship…"
"But you went to bed with him…"
"I was young…" Aize looks at him, the machine idling at the red light.
"What is a relationship for you?"
"Something that's not like that. He scared me."
"Uh-uh. Scared."
"It was a mistake."
"How about me?" John slid a glance at the woman beside him.
"What are you saying?"
"Was I a mistake too?" John wanted to slap himself after the words slipped out.
"I don't know what you mean…." Frowning, Aize slowed and stopped the SUV on the side of the road and turned off the motor. She was silent for a moment, looking out of the window. "What…"
"Aize…" John stopped. "You go ahead." But instead Aize seemed to have changed her mind and remained quiet, hands on the wheel. She looks to the left, shaking her head. John could see her distorted reflection on the window. "Aize…" he reaches out.
She holds up a hand, moving slightly away. "I think we need to think these things over."
"What are you saying?"
"That should be my question to you: what are you saying?"
"I am just…" John began and lapsed into silence.
"Yeah. That's what I thought." The powerful machine roared into life.
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John and Aize stood next to each other in the elevator, not touching, not speaking. The tense mood became their companion up to the condo. Back in Ross' former home they went about the task of getting their stuff back. As he was placing one of the grocery bags on the floor John noticed the throw pillow on the floor. He went to it and picked it up.
Fuck it!
"Aize…" he almost bumped into her coming out of the room holding Paolo's tux over her shoulder. "No, wait. Please." John didn't want to block her way but if he didn't she'll just breeze past him. "Please hear me out?"
Aize stood there quiet, looking at him, waiting. "For what?"
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
He hated that alien voice. "For being a jerk."
"I'm confused right now, John." With a sigh Aize turned and tossed the tux on the bed. It looked like she wanted to sit on the bed but changed her mind and went to the dresser chair instead. John was hit with a strong sense of Déjà vu. "There are like two people in you that are not sure what it wants. Not sure whether…."
"I'm not that person…"
"The person you have in your head is not what you see in reality. Perhaps."
"That is not true."
"Isn't it? You were back to..." Aize sighs as she gazes outside the glass, face bathed in golden light. "You need to think things over."
"Please…forgive me." John went down on both knees and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her words alarmed him. It sounded finite.
Aize spares a glance at John. Despite the painful things he said she hated herself for still wanting him….for…."Congratulations. We just had our first tiff." She closes her eyes, feeling the burn of desire of his lips on her neck.
"Are you going to put me in the dog house?" Did he sound like a small needy boy? Shit. He doesn't care.
"I don't want to decide anything right now but I just want to rest. I feel so tired." Aize blinked as if surprised at what she said.
John cupped Aize's face, running his thumb on her skin. "Be angry at me I deserve it but don't send me away. Please." Damn, he wanted to kiss her so much right now but he doesn't think he could stand it if she rejects his advance. His breath comes in shallow and the sound of his heart sounded deep in his ears. As he waits, he is scared of her answer; it could either kill him inside or…
"Let's just have a think of what happened today, okay?" They nodded together but before Aize could do anything John captures her lips in a kiss.
The kiss wasn't long and he didn't press his luck too much. He just wanted to ask forgiveness. He left her a last soft kiss and stood up. "You get some rest. I'll take the couch."
=0=0=
Comfortable soft expensive leather on his back and lush Turkish rug under his foot. The couch and the carpet were his companions as John lies awake in the slightly darkened living room dimly illuminated by the lights from the city below. He wishes he has some smokes and some alcohol; they'll be great mates for this mess he got himself into. He sighed. Even if there's some around he's not much of a smoker or a drinker anyway.
Blinking, he suddenly realized he has been staring up at the wall where a big impressionist painting hangs over the couch. He has been gazing at the initials for about two minutes before he realized who the artist was. Oh fucking hell!
Hey, buddy. John casually stroked the oil painting trying to reach out for some help from the other side. I would have liked to have met you. I need help. I messed up with your sister. I don't know how to patch things….
John stopped his conversation with a ghost and froze, listening. Slowly, he got up from the couch and turned towards the open door of Ross' room. By the open windows the white curtains billow gently making the golden light dance in the room. Right beyond the wall that separates the couch is the bed.
Aize did not even turn down the covers, resting there on her side facing the floor to ceiling glass window. She is not asleep.
Uncertain, John rounded the bed and to Aize's side. She quickly wiped her eyes upon hearing his footsteps. John was glad that she didn't pretend to sleep as he crouched by the bed. He's at a loss at what to do but wipe the wetness from her cheeks. She didn't say anything as she sat up. The golden light from the outside reflected in her eyes looked as if they were on fire. He stayed where he was, waiting.
She took his face in her hands, paused, looking at him intently. The lady is angry. That look heated his blood so quickly like no other. John responded with the same intensity with the kiss she gave him; hard and rough. He stayed on his knees as she grabs the edge of his shirt stopping the kiss only to slip it off of his arms and head. She threw the shirt angrily away and he helped her take off her own joining it with his shirt somewhere on the floor. Her legs went around his waist drawing him in between them. He was on her for just a moment until she flipped him on his back.
She grabbed his belt unbuckling it, jerking the thick leather roughly. He lifted his hips as the belt slid off with a hissing sound. One, two…the stud of his jeans and zipper were next. She tugged and pulled at everything off him, grunting in the effort, throwing everything away, not caring where it lands, hits or what it breaks. How could someone be so rough yet has left no marks on him?
Aize stands, lightly gasping for breath, she looks down at him naked on the bed. John grows harder as Aize slowly unbuttons her jeans, unzips and slides the pants down; the rest she took off quickly. Slowly, she puts one knee on the bed and the other one until she's right on top of him. He doesn't know what Aize has in store for him so John braced himself.
"I never fucking care what people think of me, John. Only you. Do you know why?" she dipped her head and gave his chest a peck followed by more.
"Why?" He had prepared himself for a little more rough and tumble but trust her to put him in another spin.
"I love you." Aize whispers stroking his chest. "I don't care if you love me back, you son of a bitch. I love you, you hear me?"
John gulps his surprise. "And I hear you."
Aize folds her hands on top of each other on his chest, settling her chin on top of them, "Do you? Do you believe what you're saying?"
"I believe what I'm saying, Aize. There's no bullshit."
"Good. No more bullshit. I am me. I will not apologize for who I am."
"I'm sorry. I've…I've never had someone like you before. I don't know what to do with nice things." John frowns, that sounded wrong. "Shit. I mean…." Fuck you, John. Don't mess this up now. The B-i-L came through for you.
"I get it." Aize gently strokes John's face. "You're the only man I've been with. Do you believe me?"
John gave Aize's arms light brush strokes, feeling the smoothness, the firmness of them. His fingers trailed further going up and stroking the edges of her back and the side swell of her breasts. "I believe you. I'm… I'm a mess, Aize."
"Everyone's a mess, John. All of us are broken." Aize slid off his chest and melted into the crook of his arm.
"Please do not think I'm insane. I'm just an idiot." John gave himself a face palm. "If I lose you I'd only got myself to blame."
"Are you done? Stop beating up the man that I love there. Yeah, he's an idiot…"
"…but he's your idiot." John smirked.
"That's right…the only idiot who needs to fuck me right now or he's back on the couch."
"Then I better move fast…" In one swift move he got on top of Aize and in her very slick walls. He groaned at the tightness both in her and her legs wrapped around him, not letting him go. Here is where he belongs.
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